Friday, we found out that we were approved for our first choice apartment! We move August 1! The complex is right across from a lake that I hope and plan to be swimming in during the dog days of summer!
So for those of you who make fun of "Dirty Jersey", tell me that view isn't beautiful!
When you walk into the apartment, you enter the living room--where there is closet #1...
From the living room, you enter the kitchen/dining area...
After the kitchen and dining room is the hallway. And guess what? There's a closet there too! Actually two, but I'll get to the second one soon...
Veering off from the hallway one way is the bedroom.
<< A WALK-IN closet!!!
When you leave the bedroom and go down the hallway, you come to the linen closet (a linen closet!) and the bathroom.
And that is my beautiful new home! Now, if you know me, you know what we've been suffering in the place we live now. I have a couple pics of my current kitchen...
The above is my ceiling. The last plumber that was here, after WEEKS of telling my landlady it was pouring and that tiles were falling out, said that the problem is in the faucet of the upstairs shower. That basically, the whole wall behind their shower is rotting and will eventually come down. And if that comes down, along with their tub and toilet, it'll come down through our ceiling. Of the five years we've lived here, this ceiling has been fixed anywhere between 8-12 times. Tomorrow I'll take pictures of the horror that is my back room.
So you can imagine how happy I was to see that--even though a lot smaller--the new kitchen was clean and danger-proof!
That was Friday. That night, my sister K and her man D came for a visit and to go to my town's carnival. I wasn't planning to ride on much, considering how screwed up my back is. But I admit I cheated. I went on the swing ride and loved it! Then I went on the Hurricane, which scared the crap out of me! I had my eyes closed half the ride. Then I went on the Gravitron with D and the swings again with K. We took two rides on something I don't know the name of but remember the bitchy-ass conductor. Then we went on the swings again. D won me a cute little flamingo toy, which I've since named Bert. Bert is a very gay flamingo. I don't really know why.
After the carnival, we went to the diner for coffee and mozzarella sticks where I saw the biggest moth I'VE ever seen. We think it was a luna moth.
It was horrible! It's the dumbest phobia on earth but I can't stand moths or butterflies. Moths more so. I FREAK OUT. Horribly so. It's so embarrassing. And this fucker was just banging away on the glass. I think it knew I can't run.
Saturday I went to a barbeque at my friend's house, which is always fun! Sunday we signed the new lease!
Today, The Honeyman was off work so we bought a new couch for the new place! We already have a beautiful couch but:
a) It's huge...
b) We don't know how to break it apart like the delivery guys did.
c) It will take up too much room in the new place.
Plus, Honeyman figured that if we bought a new one, the delivery guys have to deal with getting it into the apartment, not us. Whatever the logic, it got us a beautiful new couch!
Later tonight, I rested with the furbabies while Honeyman went to the laundromat. (Another high point in the new place: on-site laundry facilities!) Turns out he also went shopping and bought a rug to put in the new living room:
Yes, I know it's upside down but it's rolled up and I can't lift it. So tough.
That was my weekend and then some.
On a comical note:
I have two furbabies. Amma is 8 years old. She's a red tabby who's been traumatized by other cats and people pretty much her whole life. I've had lots of animals over the years but she is, by far, the sweetest creature ever. She's so loving. But she's also the most skittish creature ever. We're taking the introduction of Amma and her new baby brother Ozzy very, very slowly.
The Honeyman gets up very early in the morning. This morning, he's sitting at the computer desk while Amma sniffs around the living room as usual. Then she sees her own reflection in the tv. And freaks out, running inside (yes, INSIDE) the couch to hide. And horrible, nasty person that I am, I found this hilarious.
This is my sweet Honeygirl:
Secondly:
We've had Ozzy for about three weeks now. The rescue lady recommended keeping him in his crate for 3 weeks. I suppose that since she didn't have to sleep in the same building as him, she would suggest that. The first night all he did was cry. Understandably. He was torn from his siblings, in a new place, with strangers. The second night, Honeyman is sitting on the bed watching tv. He ignores Ozzy, thinking maybe then the kitten would be quiet, which he is. Honeyman turns his head to look at the crate. Ozzy jumps on on the metal door, hanging on for dear life, throws his little head back, and howls. Honeyman was shocked I didn't hear the little dude outside, where I was smoking. That was the last night Ozzy spent in his crate. There was no way I could let him stay in there after that. That night, he ran all around the room, exploring and playing. At one point, I saw him in one of the two laundry baskets we keep. (One basket is for weekly laundry, one is for crap we'll probably get rid of but should probably wash, just in case...) I thought it was cute so I didn't do anything.
Of course, tonight is the night Honeyman decided to take that basket to the laundromat. Guess what he finds? Little, tiny, dried up poopies. Ew!!!! When a cat poops outside their box, they are either sick or it's a behavioral thing. I know it was a behavioral thing because that first night free, he also pooped inthe crate. I had been wondering why the hell our bedroom stunk. I clean the litter boxes every day. I wrote the smell off to the disgusting room off the bedroom that is a rotten mess from all the rain leakage. Turns out I was wrong. Now that the poopie is gone, the room smells fine. But of course, again being the horrible, nasty person I am, cracked up when Honeyman told me all about this when he got back home.
This is my little Honeyboy:
How could anyone be mad at a little face like that?! Not me!
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